I like being able to go grocery shopping and not feel that Im fighting a thousand people.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.

I noticed that I used to go to second hand shops and flea markets and find funny, cute things, but now I go into those stores, and I think, This is dead people's stuff. This is all, like, somebody cleaned out their parents' house, and I don't want any of it. If I didn't want it from my parents, I don't want it from your parents.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.